Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.